December Moon

May SartonMay Sarton

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Before going to bed
After a fall of snow
I look out on the field
Shining there in the moonlight
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.Hours later near dawn
When I look down again
The whole landscape has changed
The perfect surface gone
Criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound
There on the snow-locked ground
In the tumultuous dark?How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.
May Sarton
About the poet

May Sarton

1912 - 1995/AmericanMay Sarton is the pen name of Eleanore Marie Sarton, an American poet, novelist, and memoirist. Many of her works reflect the lesbian experience. Sarton was born on May 3, 1912, in Wondelgem, Belgium. Her parents were science historian Geo…

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